Sabrin
Finnish
Apr 21, 2020
Loistavaa kuten aina! Puhuminen on todella sujuvaa ja aksenttia ei ole paljon ollenkaan. Tietyt sanavarastot kaipaavat lisäystä mutta jotkut sanavarastot ovat todella laajat. Keep up the great work.
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Hey! I'm here to study Finnish language (both kirja- and puhekieli but with the emphasis on the latter). The first language I acquired was Russian. However, I don't use it much now, and the quality of my Russian is decreasing. Since speaking Russian isn't my priority and also due to the lack of free time, I won't be able to consult you about the language. Sorry!
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- My untiring dog I have got a very interesting and funny dog. Her name is Betti. We’ve been choosing this name for very long by all the family and now we just can’t imagine her with any other name. But in spite of the tenderness of how it sounds my dog sometimes behaves herself like a hurricane. When Betti is elated she rushes from one room to another, oinks like a piglet, skips like a goat and begins to bully us. Betti really likes to climb under a sofa and snarl and bark from under there archly as we’re approaching to it. You can’t imagine how Betti likes sleeping! When someone from my family is going to take a nap she certainly runs to them, lies down the legs, sighs loudly and falls asleep. When one of us awakes and gets up, but someone else wants even just to lie a bit on the sofa, then she runs over to that place to sleep. Sometimes it seems to me she thinks, “Oh, you’re sleeping! Then i’ll come to you! Let’s sleep together!” Also, she has got a sworn enemy. It’s a vacuum cleaner. Earlier, just as we were approaching to it she used to begin barking and try to bite its socket or tube. So now we have a vacuum cleaner all with traces of teeth. She used to be very frightened with its noise. Perhaps it was too loud and unpleasant for Betti. So, she used to try staying away from this instrument. And now, it seems, she has got used to the noise. Betti still tries to bark at it and bite it, but the matters are much better. My dog has got a really great nose. When i go out for a short walk with Betti she goes away from me into the world of scents. That’s not always good. Being in her own world she sometimes needs several cries to hear me. She can find someone only with help of her nose! And these “someone”s very often turn out to be cats. And then i have to come across with loud barking and castings from side to side. Deterring her isn’t very simple. But she’s learning. You can watch her everyday and open something new every time. So, i think, there will be things i share with you. :)
March 15, 201400 - A Mistake Moonlit night; our hearts are broken – We are leaving home. Storm inside; no word is spoken – We must stay alone. Best days we have left forever; Will they come again? Sitting on a tree, near heathers, Heard us only a wren. We have lost in deep night twilight Quitting our kin; A heavy burden we hold inside – Nothing’s left within... (based on the film "Dancing at Lughnasa")
August 11, 201310 - A Photo from Album An old granny’s album keeps lots of yellowed with time photos. I take one of them in my hands. There is a young man on it. Linking his arms, he is sitting on a small suitcase. The man is sitting on the roadside, and faint outline of pines are seen behind him. The cap is moved back; short coat is undone, and on the legs are kersey boots, splashed with dirt. This is my granddad, Anatoly Nikolayevich Fedotov. My granddad was growing in a big family; he had got two brothers and two sisters. That’s why he got fixed up in the Belokataysk gas logging expedition after completing the school. Belokataysk region is located on the very northern part of Bashkiria, one of numerous republics in Russia. There, among thick forests, reconnaissance works were led. They were holing in the unexplored lands, and ascertaining what had been situated under the stratum: gas or oil? My dad worked as operator. He was looking after the instruments that take gas analysis. On the old photo that is kept in granny’s album, he is just preparing for departure to Belokataysk, waiting a helicopter. Profession of an oilman has been always caused interest and admiration. But this is not an easy work; it demands special knowledge and education. Granddad dreamed of entering to the Ufa petroleum technological university. That’s why, leaving for an expedition, along with soap, toothbrush and other articles, he was also taking student’s books. As a free minute had occurred, granddad studied them, preparing for entrance examinations. Herein I must say that thanks to the persistence and purposefulness he gained his end. Granddad completed the university as mining engineer in 1967. He had occasion to serve in army as well. He found himself on one of the very remote areas of Russia, the Republic of Tuva, near the Mongolian boarder. He came to Nurlat, my mother-town, after serving. Here, he got fixed up as a driller assistant. The chisel drills at a depth of 1500 metres when working. The driller assistant must help driller to direct an auger into soil, to drag used tubes away and to drag new ones to. Whether it was showering or snowing, dad had to work at any weather. He told me that drilling station is like a small town; people both lived and had rest there. Carriages are herded around a derrick. All in them are adapted for people’s needs; here is a dining-carriage, a shower-carriage, a sleeping-carriage and even rest-carriages among them!
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